Every Now and Again...

...when its way past "bedtime," and I decide to brave the Herculean Task of finishing off the remnants of the latest bottle of Wild Turkey whilst listening to Pink Floyd, I feel I can almost unlock the Secrets of The Universe as I bask in the glow of the inappropriately hung, year-round Christmas "icicle lights" adorning my window frame.


Almost.


Then, the Floyd album ends, and I am left alone in silence, with the dim realization that nothing has changed, and The Universe will always have the last laugh.


And that I need to buy more bourbon.


On the morrow.